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PASTORALS.
"The flowers, anew, returning seasons bring!
"But beauty faded has no second spring. 56
"My words are wind! She, deaf to all my cries,
"Takes pleasure in the mischief of her eyes.
"Like frisking heifer, loose in flowery meads,
"She gads where'er her roving fancy leads; 60
"Yet still from me. Ah me, the tiresome chace!
"Shy as the fawn, she flies my fond embrace.
"She flies, indeed, but ever leaves behind,
"Fly where she will, her likeness in my mind. 64
"No cruel purpose, in my speed, I bear;
"'Tis only love; and love why should'st thou fear?
"What idle fears a maiden-breast alarm!
"Stay, simple girl: a lover cannot harm. 68
"Two sportive kidlings, both fair-fleck'd, I rear;
"Whose shooting horns like tender buds appear:
"A lambkin too, of spotless fleece, I breed,
"And teach the fondling from my hand to feed: 72
"Nor will I cease betimes to cull the fields
"Of every dewy sweet the morning yields:
"From early spring to autumn late shalt thou
"Receive gay girlonds, blooming o'er thy brow: 76
"And when,——— But, why these unavailing pains?
"The gifts, alike, and giver, the disdains:
"But beauty faded has no second spring. 56
"My words are wind! She, deaf to all my cries,
"Takes pleasure in the mischief of her eyes.
"Like frisking heifer, loose in flowery meads,
"She gads where'er her roving fancy leads; 60
"Yet still from me. Ah me, the tiresome chace!
"Shy as the fawn, she flies my fond embrace.
"She flies, indeed, but ever leaves behind,
"Fly where she will, her likeness in my mind. 64
"No cruel purpose, in my speed, I bear;
"'Tis only love; and love why should'st thou fear?
"What idle fears a maiden-breast alarm!
"Stay, simple girl: a lover cannot harm. 68
"Two sportive kidlings, both fair-fleck'd, I rear;
"Whose shooting horns like tender buds appear:
"A lambkin too, of spotless fleece, I breed,
"And teach the fondling from my hand to feed: 72
"Nor will I cease betimes to cull the fields
"Of every dewy sweet the morning yields:
"From early spring to autumn late shalt thou
"Receive gay girlonds, blooming o'er thy brow: 76
"And when,——— But, why these unavailing pains?
"The gifts, alike, and giver, the disdains:
"And
